Van City, where the demons ignite, East Van to the bone, we shinin’ the fight, Limp D′n’t chain gleamin’, that′s my stride, Five foot fuck all, trap legends, we ride.
East Vancouver, where the pavement holds dreams, Strat corner shadows, but we stitchin’ the seams, Walkin’ with the limp, yo, keep it no hide, Wherever you go, there you are, we abide, Procrastination, masturbation, fuckin’ your grind, Snooze on the hustle, leave your soul in a bind, It might be five foot fuck all, but the skin in your eye get, The bigger it looks, like a wolf, I don’t quit, Halfway crooks, that′s the deal, the way it looks, Keep em’ all shook, that′s the name of the game, freedom add hooks, There ain’t no such thing as halfway crooks, East Van to the bone, donkeys and huskies, never lose a rig alone,
Pushin’, no fussin’, straight to the pipe ease, All that I know, this is how I keep it for my freestyle flow, Now you mad at me, cause I fucked your hoe, She don’t know how to keep it on the low, Make em’ represent for the gone show flow, Downtown east side, where the lost find light, Needles in the dark, but we rise through the night, Middle finger to the cops, they can′t break our soul, Pens aflame, throw a burn in streets, take control, Commercial drive vibes, where the rebels unite, Graffiti on the walls, paint the struggle with might, From the ashes we climb, turn the pain to a crown, East Van legends,
never backing it down, No sleep, I′m wide, got the hustle on lock, Slippin’ through the alleys, dodging traps and the clocks, Every scar′s a story, every bar′s a spark, Van City′s my heart, light it up in the dark,
Living through Van, with the trap is our stage, East Van scars, but we break in the cage, From the dope to the drip, we rewrite the code, Every bar′s a brick, build a kingdom of gold, Strap corner to the drive, we don′t fold, we rise,
Fuck the sirens, let the 808′s harmonize, This is for the creeps, for the plugs, for the strong, Van City trap legends, keep it real, moving on, No half stepping, we don′t bow to the pain, Turn the struggle to strength, let the streets sing our name,
Mount Pleasant plug, got the city on blaze, Skirt through the drive, diamonds cut through the haze, Pistols go pop, keep the block on spin, Ops talk tough, but they fold when we grin, Procrastination, masturbation, screwing your cash,
Wait too long, now your dreams in the trash, It might be 5′, fuck up, but the skinnier I get, The bigger it looks, chain swinging, no debt, Halfway crooks, that′s the deal, the way it looks, Keep them all shook, that′s the name of the game, Freedom mad hooks, There ain′t no such thing as halfway crooks, East Van to the bone, Donkeys and huskies never lose a rig alone, Keep it moving, no trusting, straight to the pipe, he′s all that I know, This is how I keep it for my freestyle flow, Now you mad at me, cause I fucked your hoe,
She don′t know how to keep it on the low, Making represent for the gun show, Straft corner king, ice tripping on my wrist, Flipping packs quick, dodging feds in the mist, Commercial drive lit, where the hustlers ascend, Trap house booming, make the whole gang bang, Got the whip on glide, 808′s in the chest, Van City savage, put the doubters to rest, No sleep, I′m wild, got the streets in my soul, 5′, fuck up, but my vision′s pure gold, From the corner to the crown, I′m a beast with the bars, Turn a struggle to a spark, light it up to the stars, Fuck the law, we sore, let the haters stay shook,
Black sheep in the trap, rewriting the book, Van City nights, where the demons get tamed, East Van to the bone, we ignite in the flame, From the pipeys to the pavement, we don′t ever break, Every scar′s a badge, every risk that we take, Straft corner to main, we don′t run, we shine, Fuck the blue lights, keep the hustle divine, This for the hustlers rising up through the pain, Van City trap legends, we redefine the game, No halfway moves, we go hard to the core, Gong show flow, kicking down every door,
808′s rumble, hi-hats fade, Vancouver, where the demons don′t quit, Trap house booming, just the kings and the grit, 5′, fuck up, but our souls stay lit, Black sheep in the trap, Van City, we hit, Yo, Van City, bitch, we claiming this throne, East Van to the bone, where the legends are grown, Donkeys and huskies, keep the rig by my side, Straight to the pipeys, that′s the life I abide, This is how I keep it, let the freestyling fold, Gong show forever, turning streets into gold, Middle finger to the world, let the pistols go pop, Van City trap kings, we ain′t
never gon′t stop,
